The Woods - Zac Brown Band

Na-na, oh, na-na

Oh, na-na-na-na-na

One man’s trash is another man’s treasure

One stays gone, one of 'em tryna stay home

One man’s walls might feel like a prison

Some live dying but I’m dying to live it

Some folks are stayin' out of the woods, and I’m gettin' in 'em

Don’t judge a book by its cover, 'cause people look different

Don’t shut 'em down, you never know what you’re missin'

Some people fight love, some love fightin'

Some lay with the lambs and some roar with the lions

What floats your boat might sink mine

And what makes me smile might make you cry

You might get low, I might stay high

To each their own, ain’t that right?

One man’s trash is another man’s treasure

One stays gone, one of 'em tryna stay home (Tryna stay home)

One man’s walls might feel like a prison

Some live dying but I’m dying to live it (Dying to live it)

Some folks are stayin' out of the woods, and I’m gettin' in 'em

Na-na, oh, na-na

Oh, na-na-na-na-na

Some people ballroom dancin', some people twerkin'

Some work on trash like a Kardas-trophe surgeon

Some mountain don’t, some mountain do

Some love their monkeys, some have 'em removed

What floats your boat might sink mine

And what makes me smile might make you cry

You might get low, I might stay high

To each their own, ain’t that right?

One man’s trash is another man’s treasure

One stays gone, one of 'em tryna stay home (Tryna stay home)

One man’s walls might feel like a prison

Some live dying but I’m dying to live it (Dying to live it)

Some folks are stayin' out of the woods, and I’m gettin' in 'em

Na-na, oh, na-na

Oh, na-na-na-na-na

Na-na, oh, na-na

Oh, na-na-na-na-na

Na-na, oh, na-na

Oh, na-na, oh, na-na

Oh, na-na, oh, na-na

Oh, na-na-na-na-na

What floats your boat might sink mine

And what makes me smile might make you cry

You might get low, I might stay high

To each their own, ain’t that right?

One man’s trash is another man’s treasure

One stays gone, one of 'em tryna stay home (Tryna stay home)

One man’s walls might feel like a prison

Some live dying but I’m dying to live it (Dying to live it)

Some folks are stayin' out of the woods, and I’m gettin' in 'em